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snowblindrpg2017-08-02 01:28 am
mrcreamsicles) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-08-02 01:28 am
[log] too corvid to be a carrier pigeon [closed]
Characters: Davesprite, Billy, and Dorian
Location: Building 48
Date: Night 265
Summary: Davesprite has a delivery for Billy, and also Dorian is there.
Warnings: Discussion of torture and imprisonment, facial scars resulting from that. Other/specific warnings will be noted as necessary
48: The only doors in this single-story house are the front door and the bathroom; all other doorways are separated by faded green and yellow curtain beads. Even the bedroom gets this treatment, and it's the same for the living room and kitchen. The beads seem to be made of glass; moving through the house is a bit of a noisy affair. The bead curtain leading into the living room has been torn down, with half of the strings now scattered on the floor and some of the beads shattered, leaving a small mess of glass. The sharp bits of broken glass have been swept to one side, out of the way of anyone walking. Small, finger-sized slits have been cut into the couch. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH-EAST." has been written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, EDWARD ELRIC, GREED, DAY SIXTY-SIX, TRAVELLING NORTH-WEST. DEAR FORMER RESIDENT, WE ARE FRIENDS, PLEASE DO NOT FEEL YOU NEED TO HIDE FROM US. CONTACT LELRIC." has been written on the walls. "ALFIE SOLOMONS, 1922. Camden Town, London, England, UK, Europe, Earth. Day 133, January 23" is carved onto a wall.
Location: Building 48
Date: Night 265
Summary: Davesprite has a delivery for Billy, and also Dorian is there.
Warnings: Discussion of torture and imprisonment, facial scars resulting from that. Other/specific warnings will be noted as necessary
48: The only doors in this single-story house are the front door and the bathroom; all other doorways are separated by faded green and yellow curtain beads. Even the bedroom gets this treatment, and it's the same for the living room and kitchen. The beads seem to be made of glass; moving through the house is a bit of a noisy affair. The bead curtain leading into the living room has been torn down, with half of the strings now scattered on the floor and some of the beads shattered, leaving a small mess of glass. The sharp bits of broken glass have been swept to one side, out of the way of anyone walking. Small, finger-sized slits have been cut into the couch. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, MAMI TOMOE, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, DAY FORTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH-EAST." has been written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, EDWARD ELRIC, GREED, DAY SIXTY-SIX, TRAVELLING NORTH-WEST. DEAR FORMER RESIDENT, WE ARE FRIENDS, PLEASE DO NOT FEEL YOU NEED TO HIDE FROM US. CONTACT LELRIC." has been written on the walls. "ALFIE SOLOMONS, 1922. Camden Town, London, England, UK, Europe, Earth. Day 133, January 23" is carved onto a wall.
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Well, you're memorable. Hello, Dorian of House Pavus.
[He bows and sets his pack down and sits beside it, leaning against a wall away from the glass.]
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Oh hey, you already know me. I'm Davesprite. Slim Shady, remember?
[So went the dumb joke, anyway. He shuffles a little closer and holds out a hand for a handshake, if Dorian will take it. Though his skin there is rough with birdlike scales and his nails are more like claws, he'll be careful to do no harm with it.]
Are you always this formal about everything?
[The bow, the "House Pavus" styling, the serah title from before...]
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[Dorian returns the handshake uncertainly. Not a common gesture in his part of the world. He doesn't comment on the non-human biology.]
And yes? For the most part? Interminable hours of rhetoric classes tend to have that effect.
[He could try to stop but what next? Turning peasant?]
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[The quotes are practically audible, enhanced by an eyebrow lifted above the rim of his sunglasses, though he stops short of miming them with his fingers. He does take his hand back post-shake, though. He doesn't mind Dorian's unfamiliarity so much.]
So, what, are you some kind of fancy noble dude where you come from? I just figured you for, like, something more fantasy-oriented given the other types I've run into. Has your world got elves? It's like that if it's got elves.
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[He was a member of a body of mages similar to a Roman Senate.]
What about yours?
[The interest behind that question was genuine.]
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[He flashes a thumbs up.]
Guess I don't got much room to calling anyone else fantasy when I'm looking like somebody shaped a bird man out of orange juice and forgot to put the legs on it, though. To make a long story short, I used to be totally human, but got melded with a crow later for reasons. The color and the tail are part of the process. We didn't have elves, dwarves, or goblins. Didn't really have magic either? Not until, like, later. My sister used it but not until this game started that ended the world and transported us off the planet to some other part of reality, and from there it all gets massively complicated. We did have trolls, though, except they were aliens from another universe, and dragons only existed for them but not us.
You want to tell me how magic works in your world?
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Practice, practice, practice, and mathematics. And then more practice.
We're adjacent to a non-physical plane we call the Fade. Energy flows between the physical realm and the Fade. Everyone but dwarves has some level of connection to the Fade. Mages are those whose connection is strong enough to channel the energy we find there to our own purposes. From there, it's a matter of learning how to make the energy do what one wants.
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[He lifts an eyebrow.]
As far as I know, all my sister did was alchemize some knitting needles and a wizard statue together. I don't know anything else about how she got it to work. Sounds boring, though, having to do math about it.
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[It's not necessary to understand the math behind Thedosian magic in order to cast it. But knowing the math gives the magic more kick. Understanding how the spell is put together and why it does what it does lets the mage power it better. Dorian is a huge nerd.]
Alchemy is separate where I'm from. And I'm curious, a statue of a wizard or a statue that happens to be a wizard or...?
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[It makes him nostalgic, really. He hasn't seen Rose or her house in years.]
Alchemy isn't really a magic thing in my universe, either. It's technology that basically combines things together to make new stuff.
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[Dorian is really curious and frowning as he tries to picture that.]
It's also more explosive where I'm from.
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Nah, but you could probably make that too. She made needlewands, which are basically just knitting needles but now you can cast spells with them. But if you want to talk explosive, she was real good at blowing things up.
What did magic and alchemy do in your world, then?
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Wands, though. We don't use those very often. Larger foci are more efficient for our magic. Which can do a great many things. I focused my studies on the interaction between the Fade and the physical plane.
[He's his world's equivalent of a theoretical physicist.]
And setting things on fire. But others focus on healing or cold or entropy or throwing objects about. Any number of things, really.